Chapter 1180

"You are really Wang Buyi's disciple." Mingyue said.

Zheng Feiyue twisted his neck, and Duxiu's stick turned into a golden thread and returned to his hand: "Mingyue, our hatred is not only a magic knife, this time I'm here to ban the mountain, one is to save Heisha, the other is to take your head."

The bright moon stretched her arms and burst out a dazzling silver light on her body. She said, "you didn't die when you jumped into the extreme demon sea. Instead, you worshipped the king. It's really fate. However, it was not easy for the king to collude with evil gods and passively resist the demon army. I was in danger. Such a rebellious person deserves to die!"

Zheng Feiyue's forehead jumped violently and said angrily, "Lao Wang has no grievance or hatred with you, but you framed him and the whole Baji sect because of jealousy. How vicious is your mind? Compared with you, the people on the east bank are the great good people from the tenth generation!"

"Ha ha." Mingyue sneered. She didn't want to say much about what happened that year. Instead, she mentioned the magic knife, "where's the knife? I didn't feel its breath."

"The east bank, I didn't bring it." Zheng Feiyue said.

The moon's face sank and her anger gushed out uncontrollably: "whose hand is the magic knife?"

"Why, I said you still want to grab it?" Zheng Feiyue showed a playful expression. "Don't say it. If you go to the West Bank, I'll certainly get a grand welcome ceremony."

Mingyue's response was only one word: "kill!"

The news of the absence of the magic knife completely killed Mingyue's patience. In other words, stimulated by the news, she was crazy.

The silver light burst.

The hair band on the head of the bright moon broke in response to the sound, and the long hair fluttered. Under the silver light, it covered the sky and the earth!

Zheng Feiyue was also unwilling to show weakness. The magic Qi burst and formed a shape of teeth and claws on the body surface.

The sky is divided in two.

While the silver light danced wildly, the evil spirit was towering.

Boom!

The battle between light and darkness soon began.

Zheng Feiyue holds a long golden staff, like the God of war. He has fully recovered his strength. It's true that everyone has the potential to shake the earth and mountains when each staff falls.

The bright moon is worthy of her identity as the leader of the cold Star Palace. The silver brilliance in her body is very powerful in attack and defense, which is not inferior to Hou xiaorou's lunar power.

At the place where they met, the two were even.

In contrast, another main force in the battlefield, elder Tianfeng, was like a fan fire boy by the fireside of the supreme old gentleman, holding a fan and rubbing hard to assist.

Unfortunately, although the wolf smoke she fan out is fierce, she can't keep up with the two figures as fast as lightning.

Later, Tianfeng was in a hurry, so she simply put away her fan and imagined her body. A bird with colored feathers of the elderly entered the war!

Boom!

Zheng Feiyue defeated two with one, and did not lose the slightest.

The flame on his stick is steaming, his body is wrapped with the power of dragon and turtle, and his body surface is covered with a layer of frost armor.

The shock in Mingyue and Tianfeng's heart can be imagined.

It is well known that Zheng Feiyue is a genius demon who cultivates both ways in the battle of cutting the devil platform. It is difficult for others to covet one. However, he even cultivates two ways, which is almost envious of others.

But now, where are the two?

Obviously, there are three ways. In addition to the way of ice and fire, there is also a thick mountain like atmosphere, which is also a strong battle!

Mingyue's old problem has been made again, jealousy!

In those days, it was not easy for Wang to create the eight pole sect by one person, which had made her jealous eyes red, but Zheng Feiyue's talent was a ladder leap compared with Wang not easy!

In contrast, her most proud disciple, Hou xiaorou, who controls the power of the Taiyin, is really nothing.

Jealousy, like a poisonous herb, quickly takes root and sprouts in the heart of the bright moon. She must destroy Zheng Feiyue, just as she destroyed Zheng Feiyue's master.

"Tianfeng!"

The moon roared.

As Mingyue's confidant, Tianfeng immediately understood her intention when she heard the palace master call herself. With a long roar, the huge bird body crossed the night sky and hit Zheng Feiyue.

"Come on!" Zheng Feiyue's eyes lit up.

Tianfeng, as a bird monster, has an advantage in speed that human beings can't reach. Zheng Feiyue was worried about how to catch the big bird. Unexpectedly, it took the initiative to hit it.

Then don't blame me!

Zheng Feiyue smiled grimly, simply put away the way of ice and fire, and wholeheartedly urged the Black Turtle. The Black Turtle exuded a thick yellow smell and hissed for a long time.

Oh!

The Phoenix came.

The monster's powerful flesh has great advantages in hand to hand combat, not to mention that the opponent has put away the power of ice and fire, leaving only one, not the way to death?

"Come on!"

Zheng Feiyue roared wildly. The whole person expanded a circle. The long golden stick was abandoned by him and rushed with open hands.

Dong!

Tianfeng thought she would have an absolute advantage, but after bumping into Zheng Feiyue, she felt that she hit a steel mountain. Not only did she fail to shake each other, but she shook herself dizzy.

How can this guy's body be harder than a monster?

As soon as the idea came to his mind, Zheng Feiyue's two big hands hugged it.

Mingming Tianfeng's body is far more than Zheng Feiyue, but when Zheng Feiyue hugged Tianfeng, it feels like he grabbed a chicken.

Yes, pinch!

Fear, like an electric current, quickly spread all over Tianfeng.

It suddenly remembered that not long ago, its good friend night owl was pinched by Zheng Feiyue's neck, and then

Tianfeng roared in horror, "palace master!"

The bright moon is concentrating in the distance. It seems that she is holding back her big move. She can't save Tianfeng in a short time.

Soon, Zheng Feiyue pulled down the colored feathers on Tianfeng with both hands and shouted, "does it hurt? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

Tianfeng uttered a shrill cry. It also knew that it was embarrassing, but the pain of Maoyu being forcibly pulled out was no less than being executed at a very late time. More importantly, the fear of his heart made him tremble all over.

Zheng Feiyue kept moving on his hand: "what about the thing to be cursed? Take out the token and I'll let you go immediately!"

Tianfeng subconsciously took out the token. The fear of his heart and the pain of his body made him spend seconds like years. For a time, he was full of thoughts about escaping from the Shura field.

But at the critical moment, Tianfeng a spirit and shouted, "no!"

Hand over the token and die!

Zheng Feiyue killed the owl mercilessly all night, not to mention it. The hatred between them can not be explained in one sentence or two. Not long ago, on the demon cutting platform, Tianfeng humiliated Zheng Feiyue.

In the blink of an eye, most of the colorful feathers on Tianfeng's body have been collected and turned into a big bird that is half bald and looks very ugly.

Zheng Feiyue lifted it up and said with a grim smile, "it's ok if you don't pay it. When you go back to the east bank, I have plenty of ways to make you spit out your token! At that time, even if you ask me to kill you, I won't give up."

Tianfeng shuddered at the words.